Big girls don't cry.

Big girls don't cry.

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the blood from my nose trickled down my lips off my chin and onto my blue sweater, as it continues to bleed with my mouth shut I let it continue to drip on my sweater ;only because my mind has wondered off into a dark place in this time I can't escape it until some one walks by and notice my blank stare and bloody nose. I notice how he tries to shake me back into reality but for some reason it doesn't work, he tries at it again and I'm sucked back into the pain of real life. the taste of blood lingered in my mouth, I react by quickly getting up and heading towards a bathroom. the deep voice from the man who shook me awake haunt me, only until I noticed him following with a tissue and a worry look on his face. I wipe my nose and gesture him that I'm OK and he turns and walks away. as soon as I get to a bathroom to wipe my face there it is ,those dreadful tears that I hate the most rolls down my cheeks and onto the floor of the women's restroom,and I'm stuck there puffy eyed and heart broken.... only if I knew why.....
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I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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